A Piano

Sometime I wish I had a piano In a long list of wishes may be another addition Or if my pen was a piano key On lazy afternoons of summer When touched softly Its music would break the silence of this room The languid humming of air conditioner Would mellow in its sweet sound The colors esoteric in nature Ascending through air reaching to empyrean Would shower upon me in sweet paean I do laugh at the idea though That sounds so perfect in phantasmagoria The trill coming out of the keys Would probably be as smudged and muddled As the writing coming out of this pen Backed only with a dull desire or inclination to write When would I realize that the pen or the piano key Both are substitute for my inability To sit quiet and enjoy the stillness.